Growing Up Chemical

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I looked blankly at the paper in front of me. So far for my report, I had one line filled, consisting of my name, the date, the class hour, and assignment. I couldn't concentrate to begin with. Trying only made it more difficult. I decided I didn't care, and walked down the stairs. "Mom, going to get Frank and Ray.!"

"Is your homework done.?"

"Yeah mom.! Got it finished a while ago.!" I hated lying to her, but she wouldn't understand how Ray and Frank calmed me down.

I remember first meeting Frank and Ray. I walked into first grade late, and there was only one seat left. The back of the class by two wierd looking boys. One seemed like if he sat still, his head would explode. I wondered how much Lucky Charms he had this morning. The other kid had poofy hair. It made me giggle, but I liked it.

I awkwardly sat next to the hyper kid and looked at my shoes. "Hi. I'm the fantastic Frankie Iero." I looked up to see that the kid was whispering to me. "Hi. I'm Chloe. Just normal." I looked back to my shoes. "Do you like guitar.?"

"Yeah. My dad taught me."

"Me to.! Ray can play to, but he's like the guitar god.!" I smiled, and waved to the big haired boy named Ray. He smiled, but it wasn't as big as Frank's....less creepy in a sense. From that day on, we were inseperable.

I walked slowly out to the sidewalk, then ran for it. Frank lived only up the street, and Ray lived a block over. I ran into Frank's house and up to his room. I practicly lived there. I burst in the door and saw him on the floor, surrounded by guitar picks. He looked up at me in concern. "Chloe, what's wrong.?" I tried explaining but nothing came out. My breathe hung in the air, saying everything. Frank stood up and grabbed me in a hug. He understood me. That's why he was like my brother. Me and Frank both went through a rough time when we lost our dad's to a drunk driving accident. We still get depressed every now and then. That just adds on to the fact im insanly stupid. And i mean it. "Chloe, it's okay. Calm down and tell me what happend."

"I tried to do that English paper, and couldnt. My brain wouldn't work at all. I started to breathe less, and walked out of the house. I came here." Frank smiled, and turned on his ipod. There was a special playlist for me. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and texted Ray.

Frank's house

He showed up in the middle of Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana. I could breathe again and be myself.

"So, what's the plan for our last week of summer.?"

"STACHETASTIC FRANK SAYS SOMETHING FUN.!" Did this kid ever come off this sugar rush.?

"Well Ray agrees with Frank."

"Alright then. Let's go to the beach tomorrow, how about that.?" Frank jumped onto his chair and pretended to surf. I laughed and pulled the chair from underneath him. I couldn't stop laughing at his expression falling onto his bed. I looked at the clock and decided I'd better go. "Bye Princess Fro-Fro and Little Man over there."

"Umm, I'm not done growing.! Watch me end up really tall, and you don' t grow anymore.!" I rolled my eyes and slowly walked home.

The lights coming from my house were almost blinding. The police were back.